Wookey Hole Caves, Somerset

The caves were flaunting their illumination as we wandered in deeper, and I wanted to dive in, like those before me, explore the caves with my hair slippery. I heard the tales of hyenas, and how some of the stalactites encrusted to the ceilings are supposed to look like the Statue of Liberty, and some of the stalagmites attempting to flee the ground are shaped like witches and elephants.

To me, the stalagmites were candles, and the stalactites my breath.


Such pretty caves.

We walked together through the hall of mirrors, drifting out of the path of glass, listening to the twanging noises of others meeting their reflections.

The paper mill made me want to shred all my old jeans into tiny little pieces, so that I can shake them into rectangles and write on them.